Sunday, 13 May 2012

911 - out 19 May 2012

Let me start by saying that I don't shy away from controversy, as you'll probably know if you've made your way to this blog. I've tackled subjects such as rape, murder, suicide, domestic abuse, snuff movies and let's not forget cucumbers-as-dildos and I've plenty more in my arsenal (ooh-er). I don't write sugar and spice, I write real, tortured characters and scenarios your mother wouldn't approve of.

But even I thought twice about writing a story set around 9/11.

I wanted to write something for Silver Publishing's Men in Uniform series. Something light-hearted, I thought. Sexy and amusing, something to tap into the universal uniform fetish. First I thought of a cop, not a tough decision as most of my books end up featuring cops. Then I thought of double-hotness by teaming him with a firefighter.

That's when the story went off the rails and down into dark territory.

When I think of firefighters, I can't help but think of the 343 who died on 9/11. I baulked at this topic. I thought I'd offend American readers, but then plenty of other nationalities were killed that day too, why should it be just the Americans I offended? I thought of the topics I'd covered so far and realised this would be the big one. It's sacred right, how dare an author write an m/m romance around it?

With trepidation, I started writing it. I thought Silver wouldn't accept it for Men in Uniform due to the serious subject matter so I looked at potential book covers if it was to come out as a stand-alone novella.
I found these powerful images.

But then, when I'd finished, Silver said that they did want to publish it as part of the Men in Uniform series. I called it 911 after the emergency number with a nod to 9/11.

Here's the blurb:

Ten years after the horror of 9/11 and the loss of his firefighter
partner Justin, former NYPD cop Damon Summerfield is back in New York
for Christmas with his family. Still deep in mourning with no end in
sight, he visits Justin's favourite bar near Ground Zero and there meets
Simon, a member of the FDNY and fellow survivor of 9/11. Damon can't
bear to give their attraction a chance, not when he thinks Simon's job
will tear them apart someday...
Can Simon help Damon with his grief and can they build a future together?

I'm not a stranger to writing about grief, but writing about Simon and Damon's grief is writing about the grief of a nation, of the world. As Simon reminesces on Christmas Day, 2011:

No, not now. Not today. Let me just
have one day off from thinking about it. He didn’t need this shit on
Christmas Day. Why did Damon have to ruin his whole day with that question—Were you there? At times, Simon felt
like he was still there. Still part
of the rubble, the bodies, the choking dust. Still a survivor, when he didn’t know if he warranted it or not.

As far
as he was concerned, those who died had got off lightly.

Simon and Damon's romance is dark and troubled. Their sex is rough and explicit. Graphic flashbacks illustrate both their continuing suffering.

Simon hadn’t heard
the radio order to evacuate Tower One after the collapse of Tower Two. He didn’t
know the South Tower had collapsed but he’d felt the building shake violently
beneath him and something told him his number would be up if he didn’t get out
of there. Luckily he’d been on his way back down to the ground anyway with a
group of survivors, carrying one badly hurt woman over his shoulder. He’d
passed a fellow FDNY firefighter going up on the nineteenth floor and a cop
behind Simon had told the guy, “You need to evacuate, now.”

The firefighter
told the cop, “I don’t take orders from cops.” He disappeared up the stairs and
Simon turned around to look at the cop who had given the advice.

The cop, covered in
dust, bleeding from his hairline, attractive in his uniform—Simon loved cops—shrugged
at him tiredly. He joined with Simon in helping his band of survivors down the
stairs, stopping to lift one woman in his arms who was too weary and shocked to
go further. The two of them reached the lobby, handing the two women over to
paramedics and guiding the rest of their charges out via the north and east
exits after they were told falling debris and bodies rendered the other exits
impassable.

A group of
firefighters stood about in the lobby looking disheartened, unsure what to do,
some streaked with dirt and soot, others on the verge of tears with every thud
that indicated a falling body.

Simon shook the cop’s
hand and thanked him for his help and the cop smiled, a smudge of dirt on one
apple cheek, his teeth bright. If it hadn’t been the most terrible day of his
life, Simon would have got his number with no beating around the bush. Instead,
the cop walked away and as Simon watched, he was hit by a falling piece of
masonry on the concourse outside.

This book wasn't written for titillation, nor was it written to incite controversy. It was difficult to write but I'm glad I did it.

Hate mail to the usual address please.

To win a PDF copy, leave a comment below. The winner will be drawn at random on the day of the book's release.

Your excerpts are certainly making me think. I feel fiction based around an actual event is fine. Obviously we are all aware of the outcome and i think having snippets like the cop walking out brings home how fickle fate can be - after the incident on the stairs, you assume he will be safe but the firefighter going up will die. People who complain probably have short memories - we were all voyeurs to others suffering when we sat glued to our tv's, reading every newspaper article on the actual event. I look forward to reading itSuzeLittlesuze@hotmail.com

Thanks Suze. I suppose I chose a flashback part of the book rather than a scene with the two main characters so I gave any potential readers a true taste of what to expect from the more gritty parts. Then they can't complain I didn't warn them ;-)